OK, i figured out i can post half of it...
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also in this fic i imagine prags basically dresses like BB, so the one time abhi sees her in a chatri it really surprises him. this is way after that time and has nothing to do with that, except to say she dresses western/modern style 😛
EXCERPT - The Consultant Draftpragya in a sleeveless button down and slim jeans, her hair in a loose bun; in his apartment, on the bed somehow, and he's trailing his fingers down the placket of those buttons, looks at her with a playful smile, starts to slide them open...
he notices her vibrating with tension and he stops, his tone soft and his eyes worried but nothing more than curiosity in his voice when he says, "you're nervous..."
she blushes. sets her hand on his, where it's lingering on the second last button, and tugs down to show him he should continue.
"well...it's my first time," she admits, and then she hides her face against his neck.
he goes still, a wave of wonder crashing through him. his hand lopes around to her back, resting softly against her shoulder blades. "i didn't realize...we can stop."
"no!" she pulls away from her cozy haven at the crook of his neck, takes his face in her hands, her palms flat against his cheeks. glides a thumb across his lips, and looks at them as she says "i want it to be now. i want it to be you."
he kisses her then, and it's hot and possessive but there's a protective edge too. he'll pillage her mouth but the rest of his body is at a chaste angle, and he's not touching her in any way that suggests he will continue.
when he breaks the kiss, her eyes are clenched closed, and her head automatically nudges forward for more. but he holds himself at bay. his hand finds her arm and at the soft squeeze there she opens her eyes.
"are you sure?" he asks, and he's so concerned, she can tell that nothing she says will set him at ease. but she knows what she wants, and she won't hit the breaks.
"don't you want me?" she asks in return, her eyes wide open, a world of invitation that he can't miss seeing.
he groans and leans his head in, touching his forehead to hers. "i want you," he says, unembellished, direct, the force of his desire ringing through in the simplicity of his words.
"then..." she drags his hand down again, so that he can undo the rest of her blouse. she doesn't finish the sentence.
he hesitates for another moment...but then his mouth is on hers again, and his quick fingers finish with the buttons. his palm slides under the fabric, glides up and makes the blouse gape inch by inch.
they're both still dressed, but his slow incursion on her blouse is a more blatant and intimate entry to her person than she has ever allowed...
he takes his time, teasing her with fingertips tip-toeing on her skin, huffs of warm breath against her neck, his lips pressed to her collarbone.
the escalation is slow and languorous, and in the fog of lust she can't keep track of exactly how and where and when his hands map and mark every part of her upper body
finally he draws back to pull off the blouse in earnest, and for the first time he catches sight of what covers her breasts
he looks at her skeptically. "and how do you happen to be wearing something as sexy as that?"
she grins, emboldened by adrenaline. she loops her arms around his neck and tells him, "i always wear one like this when i know i'm going to be near you. it reminds me that i'm sexy too, so i don't drown in pheromones."
he laughs at this typical piece of pragya nonsense. so rare for her to say anything frivolous, but when she did it was beyond anything.
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Chakravarti Samrat Prithviraj Chauhan
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